Moonage Daydream

"He's doing it again! Moony, make him stop!"

Peter's anguished cries finally got to Remus enough to turn around in his seat.

"Sirius! Stop bothering Peter. I mean it."

Sirius looked away but kept his wand up as it continued to bewitch his quill to poke Peter's arm. He smiled widely at Remus who sighed heavily.

"Come on, Padfoot. I'm being-"

"serious?" Sirius asked with a smirk. Remus rolled his eyes as James and Sirius started snickering. But within seconds, Sirius had stopped laughing.

"Moony! What did you do that for?" he shouted much louder than necessary as he wiped ink out of his eyes.

Remus turned back around to hide his triumphant smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sirius. But your inkpot seems to have spilled."

Sirius raised his wand just as McGonagall walked over to them. She looked between the desks and her gaze halted at the sight of Sirius Black looking rather blacker than usual.

"Mr. Black, could you possibly explain to me how an entire bottle of ink ended up on your face?" she asked, sounding more genuinely confused than angry.

James couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud. Sirius could also see Remus's shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

McGonagall sighed, closing her eyes and most likely praying for patience. "Never mind. I have the feeling I don't really want to know. You may step out for a moment and clean yourself up, Black."

Sirius stood up and mumbled a thank you. He made sure to whack all three Marauders with his book bag on the way out. This just made the boys laugh harder, until another look from McGonagall shut them up.

Sirius stepped outside the classroom and headed for the toilet. He kept his head down, not wanting anyone else to see his face covered with ink.

"Sirius, did you know you have some ink on your forehead?" Marlene leaned over the table and planted her finger on a spot just above Sirius's left eyebrow.

James snorted into his pumpkin juice as he started to laugh and Remus casually placed a hand over his mouth to hide his smile.

"Thanks Marlene," Sirius grumbled, picking up his napkin and wiping his forehead with probably more force than was necessary.

"Oh I don't know, Sirius. The color was quite fetching," Remus pointed out as Marlene whispered something in his ear.

Sirius checked his watch. "And how about that, Remus, you're time to stop talking was…two seconds ago!" He stuck his tongue out as Remus just shook his head.

A few minutes later, Marlene stretched. "Well, I'm going to go take a walk. I'll see you guys at Quidditch practice." She waved and slunk out of the hall, her hips swaying dangerously as she walked.

Remus grinned like the cat who got the cream as he gathered up his belongings. "You know, a walk doesn't sound too bad," he said nonchalantly. He slid his book bag off the table and onto his shoulder and took off out the door, trying to surreptitiously follow her out.

The remaining boys stared after him. Peter shook his head. "I still can't believe that Moony of all people was able to get off with Marlene McKinnon."

James nodded. "I know. I mean, the girl can fly but the way she walks! It's not even walking. It's like that evil slink that girls do just to get you all hot and bothered and-"

"It works," Sirius breathed, finishing James's sentence. James and Peter nodded dumbly.

"Moooooony! Mooooony!" Remus rolled his eyes as he looked up from his book.

"What is it, Sirius?"

Sirius tried to effectively capture the slink. Halfway across the common room, it failed and he tripped, sending three rolls of parchment and one very heavy book sailing into James' head.

"Ouch Padfoot! That bloody hurt, you git!" James yelled as he massaged his forehead. Peter and Remus laughed as Sirius stood up quickly, running his hands through his hair.

"What exactly were you trying to do there, Sirius? You looked as though you had a bad limp," Remus asked, looking a little concerned.

James and Peter howled with laughter as the color in Sirius' cheeks darkened. "Well, I was uh…"

"He. Was. Slinking!" James managed to gasp out in between bouts of laughter.

Remus raised an eyebrow. He had missed the conversation earlier about Marlene's effectual slink and the joke was therefore lost on him. Something Sirius was particularly happy about. He sat down next to Remus and plopped his parchment and book into his lap.

"Yes, well, before I made an arse of myself in front of the entire common room, I was going to ask you to proof my Charms essay for me. Will you?" Sirius turned his best pair of puppy dog eyes on Remus.

"I suppose," Remus said, exaggerating a sigh as he pulled the parchment up to read it.

"Sirius? Come on, Sirius. Wake up." Remus nudged him gently. Remus yawned widely. The common room had long been empty and it was late.

Remus stood up and stretched. He placed Sirius' essay on the table. He bent down and shook Sirius' shoulder.

"Sirius! Get up you lazy git!" Remus was starting to get frustrated as he shook his shoulder more fiercely. 'Merlin, this boy sleeps like the dead,' Remus thought to himself as he pulled on Sirius's arm, trying to hoist him from the sofa. But Remus wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, nor did he recognize his own strength, for minutes later, the sleeping boy had been pulled up directly. He knocked into Remus, who in turn was so surprised that he lost his footing and fell backwards. And just as Remus registered the bruising of his tailbone, Sirius's full weight was upon him. Remus gave a yelp before the wind was knocked out of him by Sirius's elbow coming into contact with his chest. Sirius's eyes fluttered open.

"Moony?" he asked as he stared into Remus's eyes, which had started to water.

"Sirius," Remus said with some force, "You're not by any chance a narcoleptic are you?" he asked, trying to shift into a more comfortable position and finding it rather difficult, Sirius just seemed to cover him completely.

"A what?" Sirius looked rather confused, and he still hadn't moved, something Remus was starting to find rather inconvenient.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Never mind. Uh Sirius, would you?" he asked, looking down with his eyes, hoping Sirius would catch on.

Sirius followed Remus's gaze. "Oh right, sorry mate!" he said cheerfully. He put his hands down on either side of Remus and pushed up. Remus let out a sigh of relief, something he could do again, now he was able to breathe.

As Sirius sat back on his knees, he shook his head slightly, sweeping the hair out of his face. Remus watched him intrigued. Sirius's hair was so much more cooperative than anyone else's, he noted. It always seemed to do exactly what it was intended to do. The black, silky strands always fell perfectly around his handsome face.

"Moony? Are you ok? I'm not that heavy am I?" Sirius asked, waving a hand in front of his friend's face.

Remus looked at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. I finished reading your essay. It's perfectly fine. I'm fine," he insisted as Sirius's grey eyes continued to watch him intently.

Sirius grinned coquettishly, batting his long eyelashes. "Thank you, Moony," he purred as he stood up, then offered his hand to Remus. Remus took it grudgingly.

"Can we go to bed now?" he asked, exasperated.

Sirius threw him a look of feigned shock. "Why Mr. Lupin! I don't think I've ever heard you be so direct. What will the other ladies say when they find out you've taken me in such a manner! My reputation will go all to hell. Really!" he added, shivering, his adopted over effeminate voice raising slightly. He picked up his essay and started up the stairs, trying once again to sway his hips in the way he'd seen Marlene do earlier.

Remus watched him for a moment, grinning in spite of himself at the innuendo his comment before had held, and he noticed how readily Sirius had jumped on it.

Sirius had never been one to shy away from bisexuality, after all, it seemed the next logical step. For one such as Sirius, with the attention span of a two year old and the hormones of any other teenage boy, the motto is "Leave no stone unturned". Indeed, Sirius's record collection boasted more and more T. Rex and David Bowie by the day and his affinity for affixing glittery jewels to his Hogwarts tie and collar was fast becoming a school wide trend. But he wasn't the man-whore, sexual deviant so many had made him out to be. For Sirius was a horrible flirt. And to rile someone up to such an extent, just to drop them for the next available, was cause of much distress among so many girls (and boys) of Hogwarts, so that they invented fantastic tales of becoming yet another notch on Sirius's bedpost. Well Remus had seen Sirius's bedpost many times, and he saw no such notches anywhere. Sirius had endured his share of rumours and mudslinging, yet it never seemed to deter him in the slightest. In fact, sometimes it rather made it easier for him to hone in on the next target.

"I thought you were tired?" Sirius's voice called out from the staircase. Remus looked up.

"Right," he said as he moved to follow his friend and scooped up Sirius's abandoned textbook. He watched Sirius's hips sway for another moment, when the conversation earlier about slinking finally clicked. "You know Padfoot, James is right, Marlene's a much better slinker," he said, sounding amused and proud that he had figured it out.

Sirius stopped on the stairs abruptly so that Remus had to pull back quickly to insure he didn't run into him. Sirius turned slowly, grinning widely at Remus. He leaned down so that he was face to face with his friend and their noses were practically touching. "Yes, but it got you to look at my bum didn't it?" he asked slyly. With that, he turned around again and ran up the stairs, not bothering to see if Remus was following.

Remus stood frozen for a moment. Had he been staring at Sirius's arse? Well, of course he had been. It's hard enough to walk up the stairs behind someone without getting an eyeful, especially when that particular person is wagging it in your face in the first place. 'Very poorly, too I might add,' he thought to himself, trying to come up with a picture of Marlene in the same action. No, there was absolutely no comparison at all. Yet as he finished climbing the stairs, he could not seem to shake the image of Sirius's face looming in front of him, nor the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over Remus's face as he spoke.

A/N: Ok, I've wanted to do a Sirius/Remus story for a while. So this is the start of one. I wanted to get thoughts on it. Is it ok? Horrible? What's up? Yeah, I saw the movie Breakfast on Pluto the other day and it totally put me in the mood for a little 70s Marauder slashy action. Ok that sounds weird, but there you go. So please let me know what you think of this. I'll see about writing another chapter after seeing how this one goes, but I still have another to finish. But I was itching for feedback (me and my gluttonous need for reviews. haha). And for those of you who read Volatile, have no fear, the next chapter will be up soon (those darn cliffhangers!) Cheers for reading!